Man really had to chop that long one down Cah it hardly fits Always got the long coat on when I got that Rambz Cah it hardly sits Bad one's got arse and tits Interview room, don't ask me shit He got splashed, now I'm gettin' harassed I'm in a lot of trouble if I park the ting Real badboy, we don't make up I ain't even had time for a shape up, shape up I'm just tryna get my cake up Wake up, grind all back to the paper Why they runnin' like Shelly-Ann Fraser, Fraser Get man down, no wake up GBG, War Lords, let the streets talk, I don't really say much A lot of man ain't made for the streets But they chat and act the part Work, we don't about theirs But they definitely know about ours Blood, sweat, tears and scars It was me and Slap from the start, in cars We was always on our block like that block was ours I was really tryna burn a boy like Steff Send a location like Dave Hammer in a bag just bulgin' out They don't wanna come my way, like Fetty Skill up front, we ain't scorin' sweaties Spank him one, call it Ugly Betty, Betty Make that ring, no celly Got my D up in her belly Swing that shit like Shellybelly Burns my blood, that's family ties, I done it for him already Hold that shit, gotta grip that steady We dance with smoke, them man ain't ready (Uhh-huh) Aim up high tryna hit man's heady I ain't ever tryna hit man's leggy Had a rusty one lookin' old like PEGI The price on the AP's calm, but I want that Skelly I ain't had no brekky But I counted up six already Me and bro's like Meek and Melly, shelly Do a man live, no tellyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
